Alber Elbaz’s head-to-toe metallic Lanvin looks, capped by visors. Gaze on glare. Models resemble statues busting out of their molten marble. What a relief. Michael Kors binds shiny Turkish booty, merging urban architecture with classic Ottoman opulence and artsy ornamentation. “When you go to Istanbul, whatever you think is glamorous in the rest of the world is considered daytime there,” says Kors.

Go ahead. Embrace the disco in the day, the shamelessly lavish gleam of a gold-dripped trip down an eastern Mediterranean lane.